シーザー、愛してる!!

"I was thinking Italian," he said dryly, holding his arm out for Joseph to take. "Do you have a preference? When I eat out, it's always the lady's choice."

Joseph gladly wrapped himself around Caesar's arm, feeling rather smug when he remembered how much taller he was.

"Mm, since it's the ladies choice I'll let you choose," Joseph said, shooting him an evil smile. "Italian it is."

"Have you ever even been on a real date before?" asked Caesar, his smile unwavering. "If you have, I can't tell."

"Of course I have, plenty of times, with plenty of women," Joseph bragged falsely. "I'm, uh, just nervous because of how attracted I am to you."

Joseph placed his hand on Caesar's chest, gazing into his eyes and hoping for a flicker of annoyance.

Without flinching, Caesar grabbed his hand and lovingly kissed each of his fingers, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

"Don't be, bello."

Joseph wanted to pull his hand away but doing so would be admitting defeat. He endured every last kiss, despite the fact that it made his stomach do flips. Maybe picking a fight like this with Caesar was a losing battle, but Joseph would persevere. There would be something Caesar wouldn't be willing to do, he just had to keep going until he pushed him into the corner.

"S-so, dinner," he said as he finally pulled his hand back. He shoved it into his pocket, as if to protect it from further assault.

Caesar grinned as Joseph pulled away. By the end of tonight, he would learn never to interrupt him while he was with a woman ever again.

-x-

"My spaghetti is really delicious tonight. You should try it." Caesar held out a forkful of the noodles, pushing them toward Joseph's mouth.

Joseph loathed this sort of thing more than anything, but he swallowed back his pride and opened his mouth.

"Yeah, it's delicious," he replied as he chewed. He was not enjoying this date. It was ridiculous and annoying. All of Joseph's advances had ended in relative failure and had only succeeded in making him feel violated.

"So, after dinner...what's the plan for our date?" He took a big gulp of wine as he spoke. He would probably need a buzz to get through the rest of the night.

"I'm not opposed to more...intimate activities after the first date. You seemed eager, right?" Caesar flashed him a large, shit-eating grin; there was no way Joseph would keep going at this rate. He'd admit defeat soon enough.

He blew him a kiss and took another bite of his spaghetti, somehow managing to not spill any of the sauce on himself.

"That sounds perfect," Joseph replied immediately. Caesar would back down soon enough, this would be his limit. A kiss was one thing, but there was no way he'd keep going at this rate.

"I would be disappointed if our date ended with anything less," he leaned his elbows on the table, grinning widely at Caesar.

"How interesting. I never knew you were so loose. With your affections, I mean." He sipped from his wine glass. "Well, we can go back to my room any time you're ready. But in the mean time, have more spaghetti." He kissed Joseph's hand and raised another forkful to his mouth.

Joseph bitterly took another bite of spaghetti, fantasizing about all the ways he would kick Caesar's ass the next day. How dare Caesar call him the 'loose' one. Obviously Caesar was the resident whore.

Once he finished chewing he washed it down with the rest of his glass of wine. "We should leave right now," he said, unable to take anymore of Caesar's disgusting affection.

He rolled his eyes, but stood up nonetheless. He had wanted to finish his dinner, but the sooner this date was over, the better.

"That eager, eh? Either you've been holding back that confession for a while, or you're some kind of huge slut."

"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," Joseph muttered underneath his breath. He stood up and brushed off his suit, realizing how dirty it had gotten. Italian food was so messy, how did Caesar stay pristine?

As they headed back he removed his jacket to hide how dirty it had gotten. He fiddled with his tie, which had taken so long to get on. He didn't want to take it off, so Caesar had better back down before it came to that.

"We don't have to go very far, you know," he said, neatly folding his shirt and jacket and setting them on a chair. "I'll stop whenever you like. I always go easy on virgins." He grabbed Joseph's hand and kissed him all the way up his arm, from his fingers to his neck.

He couldn't stand much more of this. He could hardly believe that Caesar had gone along with it thus far, but he had to put an end to it.

He grabbed Caesar and shoved him against the wall, kissing him on the lips. He used one of his hands to run his fingers up Caesar's thigh.

This had to be too gay for Caesar. It had to be.

Caesar did something that surprised even himself; he wrapped his arms around Joseph and slid his tongue into his mouth. He had never been this forward with a lady before, but then again, Joseph was no lady.

Joseph was surprised but he couldn't back down. He kissed him deeper still, running his fingers ever so gently across Caesar's crotch. This was, he told himself, the absolute farthest he would go. He would back down after this if Caesar didn't. He couldn't bring himself to do much more.

Caesar unbuttoned Joseph's shirt--fumbling slightly, because the buttons were on the wrong side--and groped his chest. His fingers quickly worked their way down to his belt.

"Ready to chicken out? We can stop now, if you prefer."

Joseph had been ready to chicken out, but the second Caesar said it his resolve was back. There was no way he was going to chicken out now, he refused to let Caesar have that satisfaction.

"Who said anything about chickening out?" he replied swiftly, fiddling with Caesar's belt in turn. "Did you think I wasn't serious about this?"

He felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. Too late to go back now.

Caesar hid his surprise by kissing Joseph on the neck.

"I'm sorry for assuming--it's just, you're always running away from things." He pulled down Joseph's pants and underwear. Though he wanted to think that this was all to teach him a lesson, there was a part of himself that was enjoying this. He had fantasized about touching Joseph's body more than once.

Joseph gasped involuntarily at being so abruptly exposed. It wasn't because he was embarrassed of being naked in front of Caesar, it was because he was embarrassed that he was hard. Even if it was entirely Caesar's fault, what with all of his teasing all night long. It was just a natural reaction, he told himself, but it still made his face flushed to be hard in front of Caesar, because of Caesar.

If Caesar was going to keep going, so was he. He quickly pulled Caesar's belt off, tossing it aside. He shoved his hands into Caesar's pants, groping his butt. He ignored the flushing of his face when he realized how nice Caesar's ass was.

He stared at Joseph's crotch, surprised he was reacting. Then he smiled.

"You really did want this, huh? I never thought you were that kind of guy."

Joseph felt his face burn.

"Yeah, well," he grumbled, unable to shake his rising embarrassment. "I didn't think you were that kind of guy either, guess we're both learning new things today."

"I just know how to treat a woman well," he replied, running his hands over his ass. "You're the one who confessed."